um…”
“His penis?”
“Yes” her fare skin was turning red “I could see an outline of it in his pants. Meanwhile, my left arm was moving under her shirt looking for something to play with. Meanwhile, my left arm was moving under her shirt looking for something to play with. Meanwhile, my left arm was moving under her shirt looking for something to play with. I imagined it was me that made him hard, that it was my hands touching it, my lips pressed against his.”
I could feel myself getting hard at her de***********ions. Her name was Susan and she already seemed to be an expert on coffee. Now that I was having regular sex, she had said, I should be more confident around women. I didn’t mind and would have happily dragged my tongue all the way up to a patch of neatly trimmed hair that left no doubts about her being a natural red.
